Freya

I laughed.

Not because she was funny or anything. It was because of how absurd she sounded.

Maybe it was because she was getting old. Perhaps, dementia?

I tried to change the topic. “We should go back inside. Nigel would be searching for me and I promise you that I would be back to drop flowers just before…”

She cut in, staring at the grave. “You do know that your father, the Lycan King, real name is Rory right?”

I shook my head. “No, please let’s go inside”

“Rory and Myles were friends, not best friends though. Things were going well between the two young friends until they fell...